‘How many women in my house are you after? Do I need to keep you away from my beloved Mother as well?’ ‘Only if she can cook better than Mrs. Sa...dle.’ I say with a grin. I see him chuckle then look to his wife. ‘Well I guess she is safe then for I would never make such a claim.’ ‘Oh you two. Out of my kitchen the both of you.’ Says Mrs. Sandle annoyed but flattered all the same. Chuckling Mr. Sandle doesn’t turn lose of my shoulder but kind of guides my steps by it. ‘Denis I have need for a. " Up to this point, I was only half playing along with Evan, but, I could see that he was completely serious about wanting my panties. I think any other girl would have stormed out of there and reported him to the college, but, he probably knew I wouldn't do that. And he was right – I was thrilled he took the initiative to approach me, and as you might imagine, I was thrilled to find a guy that seemed to have some kind of panty fixation and was brave enough to admit it to me. I actually felt. “Okay, so much for the missing background, s*s. Bring me up to speed on what’s happening with you now”.It seemed that Sarah had built her whole life around her husband and daughter, but with them both gone, she felt deserted, lost, and desperate for some kind of emotional anchor. I wasn’t sure where I fit into this jigsaw puzzle, but I was about to find out.“Sarah, I’m still not clear on how I can help. I know there’s a plan roaming around in that pretty little head of yours, but I still have. I blatantly lied and said there wasn't but she know me so she decided to stay at my flat with me so we could talk. When we get back to the flat I first offer her a drink and she accepts. So we sit down and start talking generally about how we thought the funeral went and all that. Then she complains that her feet are aching and if I could give them a massage Being a guy with a major foot fetish I accepted with no qualms at all. After around five minutes she starts giving some low moans and.